This is my last day at work in this offic

Man...I am leaving tomorrow. TOMORROW.

I wish I could feel something. Its like I'm made of stone. I stood on the corner of a street in Hackney last night and my friend cried and cried and I patted her back and repeated 'it's fine, you'll be fine, it's fine' until finally I just said 'see ya' and left. I maintain that it's my brain in denial so there's no sadness.

I should pack up my London desk to be shipped to my new desk in Boston. Instead I type here and slowly sip my big latte and nibble free toast with crappy English peanut butter.

I am sure I used to cry quite easily. I have tried to force some tears, just to save face and look human, but so far, nothing. Stone woman, that's me.

My boss (who is 6'5" and tough looking) just said that he hopes he doesn't cry today. I laughed and asked someone else to take a photo if it does. Because I am horrible like that.